Cold Nights/Warm Hearts
Cold Nights/Warm Hearts poetry stories
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marius
mariusOff-grid poet & storyteller
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Likely my last poem about being homeless and surviving winter.

Cold Nights/Warm Hearts

Winds they howl like wolves at the moon

Winds they howl like wolves at the moon Snow from above falls white as bone

Winds they howl like wolves at the moon Snow from above falls white as bone Into the night the mercury drops below zero

Friends from the streets define the will to survive

Friends from the streets define the will to survive Huddling together close around a roaring garbage fire

Friends from the streets define the will to survive Huddling together close around a roaring garbage fire Wrapped in tattered rags and newspaper blankets

How they survive to see the sunrise is no less a miracle

They are sons and daughters

They are sons and daughters They are lost children

They are sons and daughters They are lost children In need of a path to salvation

And without our open hearts

These paths remain closed

Salvation merely a dream

"Poverty is the mother of crime." - Marcus Aurelius

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